Iskaleth didn't have an answer.
Her bloodline was ordinary, painfully so by the standards of the Demi-God Plane. She wasn't descended from some terrifying Serpentes lineage, hadn't inherited the blood of an ancient monarch, and certainly didn't know of any ancestor connected to something as absurd as a Fate Dragon.
Her mother didn't even know who her father was, just as her grandmother had never known who her mother's father was before that, but Iskaleth didn't consider that some mysterious clue waiting to be uncovered. If anything, it was embarrassing.
More importantly, it proved almost nothing. Her mother had simply been with too many men.
The memories had blurred together until none of them stood out, which was precisely why Iskaleth found it impossible to believe one of those men had secretly been some existence mighty enough to carry an obvious connection to a Fate Dragon.
